The Snow No Longer Falls in December

I want you to ponder and ruminate About how dark it gets when it's late When the clouds cover the moon And the sun won't be rising soon, That's the time when ghosts roam Trying to get back to their real home Imagine a life quickly taken And in a transparent form you awaken You're terrified You're not alive And your sorrow is gone with your breath Open your eyes Red and puffy from your cries You struggled as you were strangled Your body has been mangled By the machinery of the clock That makes time flow; tick tock So don't listen to your light bulb's spark Don't try to escape when it's dark For your home is not as you remember The snow no longer falls in December